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The Stealth Stud By Draconicon

Mason sat in the bushes outside the military base, watching as the last shift of PT runners jogged around the roads that crisscrossed the place. The tiger knew that it was only a matter of time until the lights went out, and then he'd be able to make his move. Waiting, however, wasn't his strong suit, and his hand was already halfway down his pants even as he settled in to get more comfortable.

It took next to no time to fish out his cock, his thumb flicking over the barbs and drawing a purr from his throat as he got comfortable. As he teased himself, slowly jerking his dick, he glanced down the road to the first barracks.

Army, Marines, whatever. They were more similar than the different branches wanted to admit, and the Marines here were just as off-guard. There wasn't any security near the front door, no MPs patrolling outside the barracks. All that stuff was focused on gate patrol and along the fences, and he didn't have any worries about that. Particularly as his boyfriend had already texted him the routes that the patrols took.

Heh, if they found out he did that, he'd probably be punished for weeks.

Still, he was glad that Jason had finally sent him the information. They'd been apart for a good ten weeks, and he hadn't had any tail to pound in that time. He needed some relief, and his big old orca was going to put out for him tonight.

The sun went down shortly after the last bit of PT was done, and Mason waited for a few more minutes. The first patrol went by, complete with a German Shepherd on the leash, and then the tiger sprung into action.

The fence was easy to climb, and a blanket over the barbed wire at the top made it easy for him to get over it without cutting himself apart. He landed on the other side, gathered up the blanket, and hustled off, barely resisting the urge to whistle.

As expected, the barracks were dark. These ones were the sorts that had big rooms that everyone shared, from what Jason had told him. The orca was going to be in the middle of at least another two dozen Marines in training, though they should all be asleep by now.

Not that it mattered to Mason. He'd been waiting for ten weeks for that hot piece of tail, and if Jason thought that they were going to postpone because of that, the orca had another thing coming.

Finding the window that had been pinned open with a penny under the sill, he wiggled it open the rest of the way, then climbed through. He landed silently, looking up and down the row of beds for his boyfriend. There was a dingo right beside him, then a horse, then an eagle -

Bingo, orca.

He tiptoed around the snoring men, his lips turning up in a grin that showed every single one of his teeth. He didn't have to see it to know it; he could tell by feel alone that it was that sort of grin. His cock was still hard in his pants, still eager for what it was going to get. He wanted this. He needed this.

As soon as he rounded Jason's bed, he took a moment to adore his boyfriend. The big lug had always been fit, but the ten weeks that he had been in the Marines had done a lot to make him even hunkier. His arms and legs had lost any hint of fat to them, becoming solid logs of muscle, and his chest had become the sort of pair of pecs that one could just fall against and grind their face into, admiring the muscular shelves.

But that was nothing compared to that ass.

He pulled the orca's blankets down, looking at that rump. It had always been a bit on the big side, but now, it was the sort of ass that you just wanted to spread and fuck for days. The black cheeks pushed out more than they used to, supported by more muscle, and he licked his lips as he imagined shoving his face between them and just feasting on that hole.

But there was no time for that. He needed to take what he needed, and remind Jason just who was the bitch between them. The orca had been getting a bit uppity during their text chats lately, and for all that the big guy had gone through basic training, it was time for him to get a reminder that the tiger was the top dog. Time to remind him of what a big dick up the ass felt like.

As he reached for the orca's underwear, though, he realized something. Something that he should have picked up on seconds ago.

All the snoring had stopped.

He froze, but it was too late. Jason rolled on the bed, grabbing him by the hand and yanking him down. The tiger yelped, but no sooner had he landed than one of the other Marines jumped to their feet, grabbing something and -

"MMMPH!"

Mason was gagged, a jockstrap shoved into his mouth. He couldn't get his tongue around it, couldn't spit it out, and Jason, the big lug, had his arms and legs pinned in a wrestling hold. No matter how he squirmed, no matter how he tried to throw himself from side to side, he couldn't get free. All he could do was buck his hips back and forth, even as the other Marines rolled out of bed.

Jason chuckled, the orca giving him a little kiss on the neck.

"Surprise, man."

"Mmmph?!"

"Yeah, I told everyone you were coming. You wouldn't believe how, heh, 'interested' some of them were in the stories I had about you."

Stories? What stories? The horse that had been sleeping near the window answered quickly enough.

"Never understood how a tiger could make an orca do what he's told. Particularly someone as big as Jason here," the equine said. "Then he said it was mostly 'cause you had a big dick. And when he told us that you were coming here...well, all of us decided that we wanted to see just what it took to make this lug do what he's told. Most of the drill sergeants don't have that kinda luck."

"And then, I thought of something a little more interesting," Jason added. "Why not let the whole barracks get a chance to see how this big dick of yours feels..."

Did you get the one gay barracks in the whole damn Marines?! he wondered. Well, fuck, just let me up, and -

"Course, with the way that you were trying to get me in trouble, I think you and little Mason need to be taught a lesson," the orca said, fondling him slowly. That big, slightly wet hand was barely big enough to fit in his jeans, but it knew just how to hold him, just the right way to stroke him to get the tiger groaning. "So, we came up with a little game. Guys? Rope."

In short order, Mason was tied down, the tiger stripped of his shirt and his shoes, his socks and his pants. The only thing that he had left were his tighty-whities, and they were barely fitting to him with the way that Jason kept stroking along his bulge, keeping him good and hard as his arms and legs were tied to the edges of the orca's bed. The other Marines were glancing at his bulge, and then at him, almost like they were trying to understand why Jason kept going on about his size.

Well, they were about to find out.

"Ready for the main event, guys?" the orca asked.

"Yeah, but...come on, that's not that big. It's a bit fat, but..." The horse shrugged. "That's kinda disappointing."

"Heh, that's because it's compressed right now."

"Come on, there's nothing that can compress -"

RIIIIIP!

...You owe me a new fucking pair of underwear, Jason, the tiger thought, glaring up at the ceiling as the orca stood up with a massive chunk of his tighty-whities. His cock, half-tucked under him, had finally been let loose.

The entire barracks stared at him as a throbbing, barbed cock that stood at nearly fourteen inches long and fat as hell pulsed over his belly. It was big enough to fuck Jason into his place, and considering how big the big guy was, that meant that he needed to be huge. He thought that his mother blamed a horse in the family tree for the way that she kept having to get new clothes for him, but he didn't know if she was exaggerating or not.

Either way, his cock throbbed for all the Marines to see. Jason grabbed him by the base, holding it tight enough to make him pulse and throb, his tip oozing some pre among the barbs.

"So, I'm going to be the best boyfriend in the world and let one of you go first. Who wants to feel the big tiger dick?"

The slack-jawed idiocy of the other Marines finally broke as most of them scuffled for the chance to be first. Eventually, the horse won out, and the big Shire stallion quickly shucked off his shorts, leaving just a jockstrap on as he turned around and flagged his tail off to the side.

"Ain't had anything in me since I left the farm, so this is gonna be good."

"Just be careful, Sean," Jason said. "My man's got some wicked barbs, so you're gonna tighten up pretty damn fast."

"Yeah, yeah, just let me ride that fat fucker."

Mason had no idea how he'd gotten this lucky. Not only was he getting to fuck his boyfriend again, but he was also getting the chance to stick it to a number of Marines. All of them with big, muscular butts that were just begging to get a dick shoved in there. Stallion, dingo, orca, eagle, and big, muscular wolves, too. It was gonna be -

"MMMPH!"

The sudden slam of horse-ass down on his crotch just about kicked the air out of his lungs, and he huffed and puffed softly as he struggled to catch his breath. The stallion groaned, too, but not nearly as much in effort as in pleasure.

"Hoooooly shit that's big...fuck...that's bigger'n...Well, it's bigger'n anything I've taken for a while."

"Go on, ride him. He likes it rough."

...Oh shit. Oh SHIT!

The next thump nearly knocked the air out of his lungs, somehow, and the next one after that just about bounced him out of bed. It didn't matter, though; the only place to go was right back up at the stallion ass that was riding him, and the big guy showed no signs of slowing down. He looked to the side, and saw Jason smirking at him. That expression said everything, including the most important thing.

Who's the top dog now, bitch?

The End